A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

Chapter 207 She raised the child very well.

Zhuang Qingxiang knew the girl was upset and gently comforted her, "She's back now, isn't she? Don't blame her, she's had a hard time too."

Regardless of whether Xiao Qianyue understood or not, Zhuang Qingxiang still had to persuade her. After she finished, she took the little girl to the agreed location.

It's not far from the factory gate, but it's very quiet and won't be disturbed by anyone.

When Huang Cuilan saw Xiao Qianyue, she couldn't believe that this was her daughter.

She was so thin and small when she was a child, and Qian Quan treated her poorly, almost failing to support her.

"Yueyue..." Huang Cuilan burst into tears, hugging little Qian Yue and sobbing uncontrollably, "It's Mommy, it's Mommy, waaaah..."

Xiao Qianyue was initially stunned. She was a little flustered to be hugged by the woman who was crying so hard. She subconsciously looked at Zhuang Qingxiang and saw that Zhuang Qingxiang nodded slightly to her. She calmed down and even raised her little hand to gently pat the woman's back.

Just like a mother comforts her child when she is crying, this is how a mother comforts a woman who is crying.

Huang Cuilan cried even harder. Her daughter was well taken care of by Zhuang Qingxiang. She wore clean clothes without patches, looked presentable, and her hair was no longer dry and yellow. She had two little pigtails and was chubby and fair-skinned, just like a lucky doll.

She suddenly felt guilty. If it were her, could she raise her daughter just as well?

It seems impossible, because her son is still wearing clothes full of patches and is very thin, just like her and the man.

She will lose this daughter!

Once the thought popped into her head, it wouldn't go away. No matter how much she didn't want to admit it, she knew her daughter wouldn't choose to go with her.

Huang Cuilan hugged Yueyue even tighter, tears streaming down her face, wetting little Qianyue's shoulders.

Little Qian Yue finally spoke in a soft, sweet voice: "Mother, don't cry."

Huang Cuilan nodded vigorously, but still couldn't stop crying. Zhuang Qingxiang stepped forward and tried to persuade her to let go of the child.

Huang Cuilan wiped away her tears with the corner of her clothes, and only after a long while did she stop crying. Then, in a hoarse voice, she asked Xiao Qianyue, "Yueyue, do you still remember your mother?"

Xiao Qianyue pursed her lips and shook her head.

She thought she remembered, but when she saw the woman in front of her, she realized that her memory of her mother was long gone.

Tears welled up in Huang Cuilan's eyes again.

"It's my fault, it's not your fault you don't remember me." Huang Cuilan gave a dry laugh. "Yueyue, I've come to take you home. Your father and your brother are here. Do you want to see them?"

"Huang Cuilan!" Zhuang Qingxiang suddenly spoke up, her brows furrowed. "Don't talk nonsense to the child."

How could she forget to remind her of this? If the child knew that Qian Quan wasn't her biological father, but rather the child of her mother and another man, how could the child bear it?

Not to mention children who have been called bastards since they were little...

Huang Cuilan paused for a moment, then quickly said, "Mother... remarried and gave birth to another brother for you. They are both very good people and would love for you to come home. Do you... do you want to go back with Mother?"

Xiao Qianyue was a little scared.

She suddenly ran back to Zhuang Qingxiang's side, timidly taking her hand: "Mother...can I...can I go with her?"

"I am your mother," Huang Cuilan couldn't help but say. "Yueyue, I am your real mother."

Zhuang Qingxiang ignored her and squatted down to say to Xiao Qianyue, "Didn't I tell you, Yueyue, that I will never send you away? As long as you want to stay, I will take care of you for the rest of your life. If you want to go with your biological mother, I will also think of you and come to see you often."

"Yueyue, I know this situation is a bit cruel for you, but I still hope you can make your own choice. No matter who you want to be with, we will love you the same. You are still our precious daughter."

After Zhuang Qingxiang finished speaking softly, Huang Cuilan cried again.

"Big sister...you, you're such a good person..."

Her daughter is so lucky to have such a good stepmother. She is truly blessed.

As if remembering something, Huang Cuilan wiped away her tears and snot, squatted down beside Xiao Qianyue, and choked out, "Yueyue, your mother, your father, your brother, and I all live in the mountains. The living conditions there are definitely not as good as they are now. Your mother may not be able to make you fancy clothes. The clothes you are wearing now, your mother... your mother has never worn in her entire life..."

She took a deep breath, suppressing the excruciating pain, and chose to tell the truth: "If you come with me, you might suffer. There's a lot of work to do at home, and everyone in the family has to do it to survive. If you... if you don't want to, I won't force you. I'm not very capable, so... don't look down on me."

Xiao Qianyue shook her head: "Yueyue is not afraid of hardship. Yueyue can do a lot of work. She used to do a lot of work."

She stretched out her hand to show Huang Cuilan the calluses on it.

Although she no longer does hard or tiring work under Zhuang Qingxiang's care, the calluses and wounds from before haven't completely disappeared, showing that she used to be a very capable child.

Huang Cuilan watched as Yueyue cried incessantly, asking, "Does Yueyue hate her mother?"

Xiao Qianyue pursed her lips and remained silent.

"I had no choice back then, I had to live..." Huang Cuilan tried to explain.

"I don't hate you!" Xiao Qianyue interrupted her. "I understand, I understand everything."

Zhuang Qingxiang's eyes were also slightly red.

The little girl was the most sensible child she had ever met, unlike her younger siblings who were raised by her stepfather, each one more ungrateful than the last.

"Yueyue is so sensible," Huang Cuilan said, her voice choked with emotion. "So, Yueyue, would you like to come home with your mother? I promise you, although our living conditions here are not as good as here, our whole family will love you dearly."

Zhuang Qingxiang opened her mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.

She said that if Yueyue made the decision herself, it would be difficult for her to go back on her word, but she was also afraid that the child would really be swayed by her words.

After a while, Xiao Qianyue's timid voice rang out: "Mother has her own home now, and Yueyue... also has her own home. Yueyue wants to stay at home."

Zhuang Qingxiang's nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes. She longed to hold the little girl in her arms.

Huang Cuilan opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound, her face covered in tears.

"But...but I'm your own mother, you're my own daughter."

Xiao Qianyue held Zhuang Qingxiang's hand tightly, saying, "Mother also treats Yueyue like her own daughter, a very, very dear daughter."

Her memories of her biological mother were very faint, but her memories of Zhuang Qingxiang were very vivid.

These past year and a half have been the happiest days of her life.

She has a mother, a younger brother named Chenglin, a younger brother named Donghua, and Uncle Lu. Her family is doing well, and everyone in the family is doing well.

Xiao Qianyue looked at Huang Cuilan apologetically: "Mother, I'm sorry."

Huang Cuilan plopped down on the ground, covered her face, and sobbed.

Zhuang Qingxiang didn't try to persuade her, but gestured for her maid to go and try to persuade her instead.

Little Qian Yue squatted down beside Huang Cuilan like a little adult, patting her back and comforting her, "Mom, don't cry, everything's alright..."